Bug Profounds

These are the Bug profounds. These are the Bug channels. This is where the Bug went to earth.

This is where earth went to earth.


The Bug has to be around here. This must be the Bug’s lair, or near it.

What would the Bug be doing down here?

I don’t know. Biding his time, figuring things out.

What’s it planning – world domination?

I think the Bug just wants to sleep in peace. Like, forever.


Which one of you postgraduates is pro Bug? Which anti-Bug. What camp are you in?

The postgraduates, saying nothing.

Who’d be the pro Bug, anyway? What’s so great about the big slob? And why would you be against it? What does the Bug add to anything?

The postgraduates, mum.


The Bug’s king of the terroir. The Bug likes it dark. And the Bug doesn’t like noise. Keep your voices down.


Did the Bug eat the old philosophy department?

Maybe Nimrod is the Bug. A Bug called Nimrod.


Asking the postgraduates: do you ever come down here? For secret meetings, Bug rituals, or whatever? Do you know your way around?